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Gia-Gina Across the Pond

So I've decided to follow my husband to his native Italy. Follow our adventures as we eat, drink, travel, adapt to and explore this remarkable country. Part food blog, part photo blog but mostly my rants and raves. After our two years in Italy, we relocated across the Atlantic "pond" and are back in the States.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

113

113 is the equivalent of 911 in Italy. Today as we were walking to our car after taking a few shots of Castello Stupinigi, 113 was called. As Deme, the dog and I crossed the street to get from the castle to our car, a moped ran into a lady as she and a friend crossed the street behind us. She screamed, just as I placed my foot on the sidewalk in front of me. I immediately gave Zavier to Deme as I ran over to try to help. She was shaking all over and holding her elbow as she fell on her back and braced the fall with her arm. I had handy wipes and tissues in my purse for the blood. Her friend and I helped her up out of the street and onto the sidewalk; someone called an ambulance and other passerby’s came over to help. The moped driver said he was sorry but also said we jaywalked across the street, this is true, there were no marked zebra stripes. She was in pretty good shape but obviously in shock, soon she began to complain her back hurt. About 15 minutes from the start of the incident the ambulance showed up, I said “good-bye”, wished her well and vowed to be much more careful crossing the street from now on.


Castello Stupinigi 1


Castello Stupinigi 2

Things in Common

Today both hubby and I got our cameras out and decided to spend the day taking photographs. It takes him about an hour to get all his stuff together and when he leaves the house he is about 35 lbs. heavier. While we were living in Seattle, he had his own personal, handy-dandy darkroom set up in his basement; a few months after we met, I had taken it over. My main project was making photo cards of my latest trip to Italy and giving the cards away as Christmas gifts. Last year I think I hand printed almost 300 photos. We joke now that I decided to continue dating him just to get access to his darkroom.

Our love of photography is one of the things that we have in common. He has spent a lot of time and money collecting lens, cameras, gadgets, magazines and photography books while I took a few classes and wing most of my photos. He sets up tripods and uses the remote shutter while I am lower tech. I prefer totally manual cameras and he has the latest digital one, in this sense we are different. Deme has a whole stockpile of slides/photos and after he has them developed into slides or prints he basically stores them away. He took some really amazing shots at the Grand Canyon last year, but has them tucked away in the storage room. I on the other hand love to send photos to friends/family, print them, alter them, hang them up in my office or frame them and place them in the house. I USE them, I want to see them, remember the moments and possibly relive them.

My love to photography started in high school. As a teenager, I worked in a photo studio. I still remember washing prints, setting up back drops, ordering re-prints and cleaning lens. Here I am at 15 or 16 yrs old and working at the photo studio.


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**A side note: It took us 2 hours to leave the house today since Deme forgot the motorcycle races were on, Valentino Rossi wins again!

Friday, July 29, 2005

Family Ties

This week has been hot, hot, hot. I felt really terrible for my aunt (my mom’s 11th sister) and her husband (a Norwegian marine biologist) when they stopped over in Torino on their way to Normandy to attend a wedding. Both are from Norway and found the heat quite miserable. I must warn all visitors, stay away from Torino in July. The last time I saw them together was in 1980, they made a stop over on Guam on a trip to Indonesia. My aunt and uncle spent some time in Switzerland, I found out I have cousins there too; our family is spread out all over the world.

It was a short trip, only two nights and three days. Deme and I entertained them the best we could under the humid conditions. During the day I took them shopping for gifts (in two air conditioned malls), to the famous Crochetta market near my house and to the center of town for a gelato. We talked about family, about living in Europe vs. Guam and vs. the U.S. and a bit about our past.

My 11th aunt looks very much like my mother, who is number 13. They have the same nose and the same eyes, even their voice is similar. The give the same motherly advice, are both great cooks, both very economical, efficient and basically mirror images of each other. When I joked that my aunt must have been sent here by my mother to check-up on Deme and I, she got a bit offended and insisted that this was not so. Even if it was, being a Chinese daughter would have neither surprised nor bothered me. In fact I must admit I rather expected it. (My mom is not going to like me saying this.) Because Deme and I were married rather hurriedly, my aunt is the only one from my family with the exception of my sister Kentra, from Seattle to have met him. I find it perfectly natural and appropriate for my mother to be curious about him and our marriage. Also since he is 10 years older than I am, I fear they think an older man has whisked me away to this country and now has me under lock and key. This of course is not true and he is a great husband. My mom and dad will meet him soon enough as we are planning to take our first plane trip from Italy, directly to Guam sometime I the near future.

Now that I am in my 30’s everyone says I look like my mother. See for yourself.


My mom

Thursday, July 28, 2005


We all go out to dinner at Deme's and my favorite pizzaria and end up eating seafood.


I slurp my pasta

Monday, July 25, 2005

Bureaucratic Updates

After 4 ½ months of living in Torino, I finally have a doctor! This morning we hoped on the moped and headed to our local ASL (L’Azienda Sanitaria Locale) which is the local health office. I did a bit of research on the computer to find out everything we needed to know before we left the house. We got a number, waited in line and when we got to the window, there was trouble. After dealing with our doctor in Rome which is a bit inconvenient; we wanted a temporary one in Torino, the website of the ASL said this was possible. The lady behind the window however told us we had to give up the doctor in Rome in order to get one in Torino. She asked us how long we wanted our temporary doctor for and we asked for a year, she said she could only give us one for 6 months. Deme asked where the 6 month number came from and she had no answer. It was hot, humid and the old lady behind us told me to “hurry up” in Italian because she was in hurry. There is no hurrying up in Italy.

Attached to this same building on the 4th floor is the woman’s clinic, I made an appointment, and their earliest was September 6th. My next step is to make dentist appointment for Deme and I then in the near future and appointment to correct my myopia or near sightedness. When I went home that morning, I had in my hand the hours and the address of a doctor recommend by a friend of a friend here in Torino. This doctor’s office is open from 4-7 pm three days a week and 2-6 pm two other days of the week. I called promptly called at 4 pm to make an appointment and was not surprised when the receptionist told me that he did not take appointments, most don’t. Also she informed me he was on vacation and there was a lady doctor covering for him. I asked if they were busy now, there was not a single person there she said and so I walked “fast” to try to test my luck. It was a good call on my part and I was seen right away. One down and a million more to go.

**On another note, after waiting and waiting for first my ATM card and then my PIN number, I went to the bank today to find out when was going on. It turns out that you have to go to the bank in person to retrieve your PIN number. Finally after 2 ½ months I can access the money in my account.

***Another update, we went to our local police office today (the questura) to find out if my permit to stay in the country had been processed. They told us it would take about 5 months, it’s only been 4 ½ but we thought we would try. Nope, no luck today.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Sparone for the Day

We were invited to the little town of Sparone, about an hours drive from Torino, by friends (Alessandra and Mimma) of friends (Jane and Moya). Alessandra and her family live in Seattle during most of the year and Mimma, who is from Torino, has a country home in Sparone. Deme and I spent the afternoon with Alessandra’s children in a magnificent villa. Her children took to Zavier and after lunch, everyone was treated to a dog show, featuring of course, Zavier.

On the way home we stopped by a cantina sociale near Sparone. This cantina is a communal one; it grows none of its own grapes and instead buys the grapes from small farms. The price that is paid for the grapes depends on the alcohol content of those grapes. We took a short tour of the cantina, saw the giant vats in which the grapes are fermented, saw the machines that filter the wine, saw the machine that corks and bottles the wine and in the end got to taste a bit of the finished product. The proficiency of this place was quite remarkable. After the grapes have been fermented they are aged in metal vats built into the walls of the building. There were some wooden barrels in the basement that housed “the good stuff” but not a single square inch was wasted. There was wine in the walls, ceiling, floors and basement. I think I heard the guy say they make 2.5 million bottles of wine a year.

While we were tasting the wines, a man came in with two large plastic jugs, the size of 10 gallon gas tanks and had them filled with white wine. The jugs were weighed; he paid the cashier and hauled them to this car. In many parts of Italy wine is made and distributed this way. For those who are wine snobs, this just would not do. (I think I am married to one.) But for many “regular Joe’s”, wine is essential to a meal and this is an economical way to keep a steady supply for your table.


A wine vat, incased in the wall.


Old vine vessels


A giant wine fermenting vat, with me as a reference point.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Am I Lucky or Lazy?

I had an easy day today, like most says, since I’ve moved to Torino. The only two errands I had on my plate were: 1) run over to the self-service video store and find out why our video card was not working (turned out it somehow got de-magnetized) and 2) pick up a roll of film from the photo processing store. Both tasks were within walking distance and as I strolled home, mind you it’s 95 F outside, I began to think about my life and my daily routines.

Anyone that knows me well knows I am a people pleaser and a very anxious one at that. When I was living in Seattle and working full time, I struggled to balance work, family, friends, boyfriend, personal time, pets, garden and so much more. I think many people in today’s modern societies struggle with much of the same quandaries. Here in Torino, there is no garden, no family, not many friends, no work and so I have much more time for other pursuits. There’s time to practice new recipes, handwrite letters (I gather this is a rare thing nowadays, from all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving), write meaningful e-mails, read online news, blog, make beaded jewelry, clean the house, take walks, take photos, read, read, read and sleep.

I count my blessings most days and feel I am lucky to have so much free time but I have a hard time enjoying myself when I think about Deme at work. He is usually up at 7 or 8 a.m. and works until 6, 7 or 8 p.m.; rarely do we have dinner before 9 p.m. When I find an interesting museum, photography exhibit, shop, café or park, I think about my poor husband at work and have a hard time enjoying myself. Living with guilt is terribly draining. One way I alleviate the guilt is to work at home as many hours as I can, so when he gets home he can relax; is this the Asian woman coming out in me? When we were dating he used to shop on his own and have dinner ready when I came home, now the roles are completely reversed. He has not lifted a finger in the kitchen in over 5 months. I can’t say that I blame him, he's exhausted at the end of the day. I do miss his panna cotta and crème brulee though.

When I’m idle and stay home all day only leaving the house to take out the garbage, I feel lazy. The epitome of laziness is that I taught the dog to do his business on one of our balconies so I don’t have to take him out first thing in the morning. (That’s pretty bad isn’t it?) I lie around, read, eat salad and fruit (no heat involved) and wonder what I’m doing in Italy. I wonder if I’m ever going to have a fulfilling job ever again, whether I can market my photographs (we have yet to set up the darkroom), whether I should write a book or just run away back to Seattle or Guam.

*Please comment and share your thoughts*


Villa Adriana in Tivoli


I was homesick again and paid 2.30 for each can of soup.


Even this little guy thinks it's too hot to be indoors

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Great Summer Soup

Carrot and Ginger Soup
Serves 6-8

1 medium onion, chopped
2 celery ribs, chopped
2 T. peeled, chopped ginger root
1 large garlic clove, pressed
2 lbs. carrots or about 1 kilo
5 cups chicken stock
1 leek, white part only, split and rinsed and chopped
½ to 1 C. half and half
Olive oil
2 T. butter

1. Cook onion, leeks and celery in a large pot with olive oil and butter until soft, about 10 minutes on med. low.
2. Add the ginger and garlic and sauté for 2 mins. Then add carrots, sauté everything together for 5 mins.
3. Add stock and bring to boil, then simmer for 20 mins. or until carrots are very tender.
4. Puree soup in blender in batches until smooth and strain through a mesh sieve into a large bowl. Thin with half and half until the desired consistency is reached. Season and serve hot or warm.
This soup is simple, delicious and a great way to get your veggies.


Ginger and Carrot Soup

Monday, July 18, 2005


Ginevra drew us a picture to remember her by.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

The Instant Family Evaporates

On Saturday Deme and I took Ginevra and Giordano back to Rome and back to the aching arms of their grandmother. It was a difficult 2 weeks for me. Not because I had tons of laundry, dishes, and cleaning to do, not because I had no free time, heck I didn’t have any alone time, and not because I got to witness sibling rivalry at it’s best (I caught Giordano trying to do wrestling moves on his 7 year old sister); the main problem was the language barrier.

Entertaining children is not that difficult, we played Monopoly, Chess, Checkers, Scrabble (using both Italian and English words), went to museums, went to the market in our neighborhood every other day, visited a palace, went to the swimming pool, park, played ping pong, went bowling, to the movies and more. All the while we remained a bit estranged and all the while, I felt the “teachable moments” slipping past. Although I managed to watch the new “Star Wars” in Italian, I could not explain to Ginevra the complexity of the entire “Star Wars” saga. I could not read her any bedtime stories, Deme did that. I did get very good at asking for help setting the table, clearing the table, taking requests for meals, making sure both children took showers and helping with summer homework though. Still when I saw something interesting in the street, in town or while we were driving I could not fully express myself and many moments just passed us by. I have now decided to commit myself to studying Italian more rigorously at home and with my tutor, so that next time I will be more prepared. To sum up the past two weeks, the kids were great company. They made me laugh; we ended up exploring parts of Torino, I never bothered to before. We told stories, took walks and I even got Giordano to play catch with me. It was nice to spend a bit of time with them. For their first visit with us 2 weeks seemed like the perfect amount of time. For their next visit, I’ll be ready to take them on for a month.

On a rather hilarious note, Deme made the mistake of sending both kids with luggage in tow into to elevator together up to their granny’s apartment. They ended up stopping the elevator and getting stuck inside for about 40 minutes. All the while Giordano said “this time we didn’t do anything. Last time we did jump up and down in here but this time it stopped on its own.” Ginevra on the other hand politely asked for sustenance in the form of a sandwich.

Thursday, July 14, 2005


The kids get a chance to hang with Trinity and Neo, both strike poses.


Giordano on a "Lawrence of Arabia" type harem cushion at the Museum of Film.


What cute kids! In front of a "PinHead" sort of fountain.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Things I've Noticed about Torino/Italy Part IV

I did say sometime back that I would stop writing “Things I’ve Noticed” but realistically I just can’t. There are so many things to take note of, look at, taste, listen to and ponder about that I now feel I may never stop this series of posts. Maybe if I end up going back to the states after an extended stay here in Italy, I’ll begin another series of posts called “Things That Have Changed Since I Last Lived in the U.S.” There is a great book by Bill Bryson on just this topic; he writes about coming back to the U.S. after 20 years in England. I think it’s called “I’m a Stranger Here Myself”, a really great read. Well without further adieu, here are more things I have noticed:

1. The Fast Food Phenomenon?
Kids in America are fat; there is no arguing with that. The kids in Seattle are not as fat as the American average, per my observations, maybe because Seattle is/was listed as one of the 10 healthiest cities during most of the time I was living there, 1992 -2005. I expected the kids in Italy to be thinner but to my surprise, they are not. I took my niece and nephew to an outdoor pool and took a good hard look at all the other kids/teenagers around me. About 30-50% of the general population at this specific pool was a tad bit chunky, if you know what I mean. At the supermarket one can find a snack of Nutella with crackers and a drink that comes attached, all in one neat little package. Now this is junk food at it finest, a snack and a drink combined. I can’t say whose influence this is since I have only been living here for 4 months, but the Italians have lots of “convenience foods” available to them. For example, pizza dough in a bag (all ready to roll and bake), pre-made pie crusts, pre-made puff pastry, frozen everything, pre-cut and pre-packaged meats, (like already cubed and portioned pancetta, which I love), tons of deli items, pre-made salads, I love the pre-shredded carrots (which I mix with lettuce for the kids salads) and lots, lots more. It’s convenience heaven.

2. Saldi, Saldi, Saldi=Sales, Sales, Sales
My girlfriend Linda, who lives here with a Microsoft colleague of Deme’s, is a gal who loves to shop. She was lamenting one day about how in Italy there are only sales 2 times a year. I queried Deme about why this is so and this is what I learned: Now is the season for sales, they start after the first week of July and last about a month. The other time the sales happen is in January (since I was not here, I won‘t comment). I was told that the government regulates the sales, and having them only two times a year is a way the government protects the people from fraudulent practices. Hm…Hmm….Hmmm…..I never thought of it this way and I have to add as an aside that I am going on only the word of my husband. Basically the government does not want shopkeepers to advertise sales too often because if they do, shoppers might be fooled into thinking they are getting a good deal. When in reality, they may only be getting a 10% reduction in the price when “real” sales reduce the price by 30-50%. Instead of having regularly reasonable prices, you have to wait until that 110 Euro pair of jeans drops to 73.40, or that blouse that was 120 Euros drops to 69.90. Clothes in Italy are expensive, most people spend a good amount of time window shopping and looking at what they “might” want to buy. On the weekends, folks flock to the center of town to “look” at merchandise while they have their coffees. I wish that boutiques would just price their goods reasonably instead of dropping the bottom out of prices two times a year.

3. Don’t Lose Your Identity
The men and women who deliver the mail in Italy do so in trucks, vans, mini-vans, cars, bicycles and on foot. A while back I was talking with my tutor Alberto about the use of ATM cards, checks and credit cards versus cash. Here in Italy everyone uses cash, credit cards or ATM cards. Checks are not used that often. In fact if you want to pay your utility bills or parking tickets, you just run to the post office and pay it all there with a debit or credit card. Alberto said that identity theft and fraud with credit cards is a big deal here and people prefer to use cash. I told him back in the U.S. I had no problem debiting a $1.99 single short cappuccino from Starbucks. Back to the post people; the lady I saw today was wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow tank top, no uniform. She rode up to an apartment building in her bicycle with a basket in the front full of mail and rang the bell. When the custode answered, she said “Posta” and was let into the building. She went in, leaving her bike and basketful of mail outside propped up against the building. The children, dog and I walked by casually on our way home from the market. I could use a new couch. I wonder how I could get one? Hm…..Hmm….Hmmm….. (This means I’m thinking a bit of an evil thought.)
Another time in Rome as Demetrio and I went to the civil office to check on the registration of our marriage, we climbed 3 flights on ancient stairs before arriving at the right place. The office was occupied and so we waited in the hall. While waiting I walked up and down the halls a bit and noticed, there I go noticing things again, there were cabinets upon cabinets in the hallways labeled “Divorce” on the outside. One was partway opened and there were divorce files just sitting there in an unlocked cabinet. Deme said they were public records, really public if you ask me. What if someone decided to take a file and run? Would you then be divorced one day and not divorced the next? Just wondering aloud again, it’s a bad habit of mine.

Monday, July 11, 2005


Giordano kills me twice at ping pong


Ginevra got 6 gutter balls in a row, mainly due to a hurt finger.


Giordano wins every time


Ginvevra at the arcade

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Gnocchi alla Romana

It's Saturday, everyone got up late. Deme took the kids out for a quick breakfast, fashioned them both with cameras and whisked them off to the Automobile Museum. I on the other had got to stay home and relax a bit, caught up on laundry, scrubbed the back balcony and was left in charge of lunch. Here was our main course:

Gnocchi alla Romana

1 stick of butter, 8 TBS. plus a bit more for buttering the pan
3 C. whole milk
1 t. salt
1 C. semolina flour
1 C. grated Parmigiano cheese
3 eggs

1. Oven 425 F
2. Butter a sheet pan, (non-stick works best) and a baking dish.
3. Heat milk, salt and 8 T butter in saucepan, after it begins to simmer, add the semolina in a slow stream and cook for 1-2 minutes. Batter will thicken, start with a whisk and switch to a wooden spoon.
4. Remove from heat and stir in cheese and eggs.
5. Pour the entire batter onto sheet pan and spread with a buttered spatula to a thickness of ½ inch, let cool.
6. With a pastry or cookie cutter, cut rounds out of the cooled batter and arrange the rounds, overlapping a bit, into the baking dish. Brush the rounds with remaining butter and sprinkle the rest of the cheese on top.
7. Bake for 10-15 minutes or until the top is a golden brown. Serve with any sauce you like. I prefer red sauce or béchamel.


A slab of semolina, cooling and waiting to be cut into rounds.


Gnocchi ready for the oven


Finished semolina gnocchi

Friday, July 08, 2005


Kids and I in front of the Palazzo Reale, the home of the Royal Family of Italy until 1945, WWII.


Kids and I in front of a park on our way to the Palazza Reale.


Alberto (my tutor and expert tour guide) and I.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Instant Family Part II

Once again the kids are asleep, tonight before bed Demetrio read them a book in English and then in Italian. It was one of my favorites (The Six Chinese Brothers); I bought a whole suitcase of books from the last “Friends of the Seattle Library” book sale, they sure came in handy. They enjoy reading and being read to even if the books are a bit too young for Giordano. We try to get him to read a few pages and then translate it into Italian. Although Demetrio is at work all day he’s been doing a great job of spending quality time with the kids when he gets home.

During dinner I served sautéed zucchini and both kids made faces. We gave them a few bits to try and again they made faces, Ginevra covered her plate and tried to avoid a helping. Deme gave her a bit and I told them that they had to try a bit, by this I meant they had to place a visible piece of zucchini into their mouths, chew it and swallow, all without making a face. Both kids cut their veggie up into almost microscopic pieces and ate them with forlorn looks. After the 3rd to 4th piece I said “Basta”. After dinner when Ginevra was busy beading then helping me with chocolate chip cookies, Deme was helping Giordano with some math problems. I heard the words “isosceles”, “parallelogram” and a few other terms in Italian. Thank goodness someone in this household knows a bit of math.

We’ve been to a few places around town and today I had Giordano put on my extra baseball glove for a bit of catch. He figured it out rather quickly and I hope to have him catching a few of my fastballs. Yes, I have fastballs and yes they aren’t very fast. I’ve clocked my maximum at about 50 or so miles and hour and that pretty bad for a man but okay for a woman.

The kids are learning English more quickly by talking to the dog than to me. I hear them repeating what I say to him: “Come ear”, “Keese” ,“Roll”, “Drop“ “Seat” and “Special Forces” are the most common doggie words. They adore the dog and he loves them even if they trap him on the balcony and steal his ball away. His tail wags the entire time. So far, so good.


We went to the mall to shop for kids' books and she found a CD she REALLY liked. It was the new White Stripes album.


Ginevra helps with the chocolate chip cookies

Monday, July 04, 2005

Instant Family

I’ve been in the kid business before. We don’t have any kids of our own but this first full day with my niece and nephew has really got me thinking. It’s late, 11:36 pm and I’m blogging. Both kids have brushed their teeth and are asleep. Personal time goes out the window. I knew this; but I think for the past 4 months I have forgotten. Am I? Are we ready to start our own family? Today my mother-in-law asked when Ginevra and Giordano were going to have a cousin. She looked at the photos on my corkboard of Dagne’s baby, Indie and Marilyn’s baby, Kiana and longed for another grandchild. We have to get going she said, I reminded her we have only been married for 6 months. “Soon” is what I keep telling her.

Things I forgotten but have been reminded of (by my niece and nephew and by my current thoughts of Tia, Rachel, Sophie, Jamie, Daniel, Nelle, Meng Meng, Charlie, Emme and Erik):

1. Kids eat a lot and you really must put a ton of thought into what goes into their little bodies. They may not like the foods you adore and you just have to “get over it.” Even when they pick all of the homegrown basil out of your bruschetta.

2. An apartment is not a great place to raise kids or dogs for that matter, esp. if you have a grumpy downstairs neighbor. They really need a place to run around and throw things on an hourly basis.

3. Shark Tale in Italian is just as funny as Shark Tale in English.

4. Planning engaging activities takes research. I’ve been using Virgilio.it.

5. When they cry, you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach.

6. You struggle with disciple, niceties, firmness, laxness, every second and every minute of everyday.

7. Exercise is good for adults and children alike. When they complain about a short walk, you suddenly realize how lazy you can be at times too.

8. You have so much to say to them, so much to share…. Waiting for the right time and moment is frustrating when you want to blurt it all out NOW!

That’s all for now, I’m sure I’ll have more realizations as the week passes on. I should have called this post “To All the Kids I’ve Loved Before.”


Zavier and I on Alki last year also, I miss summer in Seattle.


Laurie and I last summer, on a hike to Monte Cristo, I miss you!!!!

"The Cook Next Door"

Gaia,
Thanks for inviting me to participate in this forum. Here are my answers, I am following your directions. Thanks also for asking about my guests, they are cute and I know I will grow to adore them. So far we are still strangers but it will change soon. Take care.

1. What is your first memory of baking/cooking on your own?
Growing up Chinese I did not have an oven and my first real project was to “bake” sugar cookies on a hot plate lined with aluminum foil; I was 6-7 yrs. old at the time. I just flipped them like pancakes but I did not like the brown on both sides, not cooked in the middle results and then gave up until we got an oven, I when I was 13.

2. Who had the most influence on your cooking?
My housewife mother was a fantastic cook but even she learned from my dad who was an Iron Chef in the making back in 1975.

3. What are your most valued or used kitchen gadgets and/or what was the biggest letdown? I love my food mill, lemon reamer, XOXO vegetable peeler, my extra large wok and I bet I use my cheap 2.99 Kiwi Brand Chinatown knife at least 5 times a day.

4. Do you have an old photo as "evidence" of an early exposure to the culinary world?
No, none to speak of at all.

5.Mageircophobia - do you suffer from any cooking phobia, a dish that makes your palms sweat?
I get a bit nervous when I have to deal with soufflés, when they fall, crack and flop, the disappointment wrecks my day. Maybe this is why I have not made one in a long, long, while.

6. Name some funny or weird food combinations/dishes you really like - and probably no one else!
I mix pesto and red sauce; I love ketchup and banana ketchup on everything, eggs, baked beans, meats, and of course French fries.

7. What are the three eatables or dishes you simply don't want to live without?
Veggies, I love all kinds equally, fruits, again love all kinds equally and good, aromatic, jasmine rice from Thailand or Vietnam.

Three quickies:
.Your favorite ice-cream: has to be coffee
.You probably never eat: I don’t eat very many innards and organ meat anymore.
.Your own signature dish: my fried rice, Cantonese style.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

The Kids Arrive

The children arrived yesterday and I’m guessing that I won’t have much time to blog during the next two weeks although they do have to read for an hour a day and do a bit of summer homework. After a nice dinner, they went to bed and on Sunday we headed to the Egyptian Museum in Torino. I strive to make outings fun and educational but it’s a bit difficult when we don’t understand each other well. Still, we took pictures and Ginevra every time called me over for a look when she saw something particularly scary.


Ginevra and statues


Giordano and statue


What a resemblance! Part II


The oldest mummy in the museum.


A mummy of a child


A beautiful sarcophagus cover; there were three in all for one king.


2000+ year-old bread found in a king's tomb. There were many other objects placed in the tomb, for example, hair combs, clothes, wigs, jewelry, precious momentos and more.

Saturday, July 02, 2005


We are excited to host Ginevra and Giordano.


IKEA saved the day but we had a few cute kid things in storage, see gumball machine, and kid art made my Rachel, Sophie, Daniel and Jamie.


We worked all week to get our guest room ready for the kids.